Concept album written by me
A lot inspired by Pain of salvation, but take a look at it anyways, and tell what ya mean. This is actually my second concept album, and I'm working on another Double acoustic concept album called Wallpaintings
First half of Wallpaintings is covers, which forms a concept (Hopefully), and second part will be another concept written by me. Now The Third Image:
THE THIRD IMAGE
Daughter's Tale
[The whiskey of childhood, buried me beneath the sands...]
I. Welcome
II. A Raven's Sorrow
III. An Intimate Waltz
IV. Silent Morning
Father's Tale:
[A wayfarer's son lost on an open road]
V. Fields (If I?)
VI. Memento of Utopia (Memorabilia pt.1)
VII. Memento Of A Daughter (memorabilia pt.2)
VIII. Home
Stranger's Tale (Onlooker's Tale)(Low Life’s tale)
[We leave the fallen playgrounds, to find ourselves caught beyond the gates...]
IX. Presentation
X. Mirage
XI. Winter Roses
XII. The Third Image (Insanity Lane)
Dead End Tale's (Thoughts and Ideas Reaching dead end...)
XIII. Dancing Lanterns
XIV. ...!
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[The Whiskey of childhood buried me beneath the sands - Could not let go of your
hands]
I. Welcome
(I was caught in the fire...for a moment caught in my own hell...Now...after all that
has happened, I wish it back)
All these words (all these worlds?)
Lost in a child’s fairytale
God, it hurts (all this dirt?)
To hit reality
One eye open, another blinded
He left the home open-minded
But found himself caught in nightmare
Autumn left him at his last stair
Now there's no turning back
"I leave only ashes, and scars that time cannot mend"
All these words
In a child’s fairytale
God, it hurts
To hit reality
"Child, tell me what broke you in the haze?"
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II. A Ravens Sorrow (2:02)
(To be true to you...I never saw you leave)
Instrumental
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III. An Intimate Waltz
(And in my dream...I stood naked to the world)
We shared our love only in the wish of becoming what we once were
And though fate did not invite you, I could not deny you
A pain so intense, that we lost our grip, now just the two of us here
We were to shape a world of our own, with a better view
“I am the deranged
Collecting the loss
Of the unrearranged
Highness from the cross”
We sought the forgiveness of the never forgiving adults
Relying on that the doors would never close behind us
And all night long we danced in pleasure, an intimate waltz
In the end to realize, that this pleasure would cause loss
The Whiskey of childhood, buried me beneath the sands
Could not let go...of your hands
Too afraid to stay alive, but too young to die
Cover my eyes and steal my pride
We found our forgiveness among The Low Lives of the street; we were blinded by love…
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IV. Silent morning
(I wish it back... GOD, I wish it back)
Does the gods not know how to weep
When my love has fallen asleep
Night escapes through the unlocked door
Leaving me undressed to the floor
Every smile painted by sorrows hand
Shipman, take me to the forbidden lands
I'll walk into the silence of night
Leave my streams for a better sight
To be on this playground all by myself
Gives me the feeling you wont come to help
All you can do is to leave me alone
"Afraid to realize you're now on your own
Hiding from the hands that created your name
Now that the water in your lungs turn to flames
As once before..."
I'll walk into the silence of night
Leave my streams for a better sight
Morning wakes me with the scent of your rotten hair, but you're not there...Am I?
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[A wayfarer's son lost on an open road]
V. Fields (If I?)
(On these fields you will learn to bear the heart of a king)
(Spoken)
”You’re going to stay here…and you…you’re a soldier, you say? To me you look like you
should be in the kitchen. You are going to the fields, so are you, and you. You are
too weak to become a hero, but to strong not to fight, go to the fields! GO TO THE
FIELDS!”
These are the fields we once saw
And the hills we called our home
Seven lives taken by the time we talk
And two in the second before
These are the fields we called the core
Of the lives we used to have
Soon to be taken by the hands of death
One moment we live, the next we lose our breath
These are the fields where you will learn to bear the heart of a king…
(Spoken)
“You would never believe me, would you?
If I told you that the heaven we used to know
Is now gone – Is this the playgrounds
For the old, but still so young
Who intend to make a difference?
It’s a bad trade, I can tell you
They say that it’s the fields
Where you will learn to bear the heart of a king
I don’t believe them, do you?
And what’s the point anyway
When you don’t return to what you used to know
To what once was – No one returns to what they used to know
Neither will I…If I ever make my way back
If life is just a dream…then please let me wake up!”
These are the fields where you will learn to bear the heart of a dead man…
But you might as well just enjoy the ride…
This is not what I wanted…
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VI. Memento of Utopia (Memorabilia pt.1)
(And though the odds were high at the moment…we wasted all…and now relying on
destiny’s greedy mind)
I saw you dance in the arms of death
And you welcomed your last time on earth
Like had it been your very first breath
And now you’ve left like had you been nothing worth
Does the gods not know how to weep
When my love has fallen asleep?
I saw you dance in the arms of death
And you welcomed your last time on earth
Like had it been your very first breath
Strange how eyes can judge you to be nothing worth
“It’s hard to believe that you’re not there
Since I still smell your rotten hair…”
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VII. Memento of a daughter (Memorabilia pt.2)
(Dear daughter of mine...I don’t recall your face anymore)
For every single breath, I’ve swallowed tears of blood
And every moment spent in all of the filth and mud
Made me meet the realization of never seeing you again
Too much blood on my hands, to leave all the pain
Behind…
"You will pay by the remains of your soul
Once you've been buried."
On my knees, begs to all gods
By love I've been broken
All regrets are spoken
As my last sunrise
Leaves me in my own ashes
“For every now and then silence wakes me up at dawn
I still feel your presence, but you are gone
And though the past is now nothing more than a dream
I still cling to the fading memory
Of you” - D
"You will suffer more than your heart can pay
For letting me run astray"
I will pay all debts by the remains of my soul
Once I’ve left this world
On my knees, begs to all gods
By Love I've been broken
All regrets are spoken
As my last sunrise
Bids me farewell
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VIII. Home
(Death wakes me in the scene of your face in the mirror, I am there, but you...you are
not...)
Death wakes me in the scene of your face in the mirror
Blood running down your neck, making it all so much clearer
The sweat on your skin, tells the tale of a daughter without a name
The rust in your eyes, left you blind in the flames
"Woke up that morning in the sheets
In my own heat, so incomplete."
It's hard to understand the silence that traced your heart
In a stranger's eyes, you'd barely be alive, but to me, you're dead
The Crust of failure surrounding you, the thorn crown on your head
The daughter's tale takes a dreadful end...
Where Am I?
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[We're leaving the fallen playgrounds, to return to what once was, but never will
be...]
IX. Presentation
(Throughout life we sometimes fail to see the scars on our hearts…
Now...looking at himself in the mirror.
Watches as the inside change.
Screams as ghosts from the past knocks
To get in. He wont let them.
He's clinging to life, not the world
Answers the questions, but do not dare to ask
He's clinging to life, not the world
And he's just one of many.
We claimed to be gods, but found ourselves ruled by the low lives
“I...framed our memories in glass frames.
For one day to let them share my sorrows.
And I let them steal what they want from
An already dying soul.
Drink it up, while still warm
Better to kill for less, than for nothing at all."
We claimed to be gods, but found ourselves…
…I am what you are to become – A low life of the street
…I am here only to trade off my heat
…I am every flame you have seen – The burning on your throat
…I am your load…
…I am every bloodstain, every stranger on your road
…I am the malice you’re obsessed by
…I am what you are to become – A low life of the street
…I am here only to trade off my heat
You claimed to be gods…but now you’re a low life of the street
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X. Mirage
(I will always be there to remind you of the past)
Instrumental
They were just two lonely ravens, coming from the silent rivers on the mountainside,
never bound by faith, but choosing their own roads, for soon to meet the reality and
leave their so called Utopia. And that Utopia is where we all would like to be, just
for a moment of time, to balance all the blood we have on our hands. The realization
of that we will never be safe beyond the Gates of that Utopia, lead leads us to roads
of sin. And we will spent every single moment there...
He came from the forest, and silent streams, perfect shaped Hills. He was Peter Pan
and friends. He was every King and Every Knight of the knighthood, every priest of the
priesthood, but suddenly one day, with filth and mud in his eyes, fate grabbed his
hand and told him the many secrets of life. He realized that the Utopia had never
existed, just a lonely child’s fading playground. Leaving that playground, made him
realize that he had never wanted to leave it. Nothing more than a child’s fading
dream, of someday to be in those frames of silver, hanging on the wall. He was
unprepared, but brave enough to become a king, in an age so young. He wanted the
playgrounds back, but that would never happen. “I cannot stay, I cannot stay…”
And she wanted to leave the woods, when he was no longer there. But just as he
realized that he could not stay, she realized that she could not leave; the outer
world was much to big for her. And fate had yet to grab her hand, but ever since she
was just a little child, she'd wanted to be brave (Like him). But with so less
experience, and a mind so young, She couldn't find the right way out...
Claiming to be gods, they found them self ruled by The Low lives...
The Low Lives said: “All you can share is the love that you’ll never understand”
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XI. Winter Roses
(“All we can share now, is the love we'll never really understand”)
And just before the night fell on the floor
She found herself in between day and dream
Could not escape from his sad portrait
While wishing herself to the silent streams
“You are not awake,” mommy said to her
But it was just too late for her to unwind
Too young to know fate would deceive her
So she left the woods so far behind
The winter roses next to the sidewalk
Embraced her soul, but scarred her heart
She was too obsessed to see the pain
Just a wild swan writing her sad part
What wouldn’t she give to be those glass frames?
A childish dream, turned to be a nightmare
Still she’s too possessed of the adults’ games
And too afraid to climb down the stairs
The winter roses next to the sidewalk
Embraced her soul, but scarred her blinded heart
She was too obsessed to see the pain
Just a wild swan writing her sad part
Sometimes we welcome thee
With a handful of greed
You are feed for the beast
Bred only to plant the seeds
Of death…
"Sometimes to be frames
Of purest silver glass
Possessed by adults' games
We miss the needed class
And lose our way"
"The pavement stares at those passing by
This is where some spend their life
Whilst others are free to fly
The pavement becomes my wife"
You are the deranged
Collecting the loss
Of the unrearranged
Highness from the cross...
The winter roses next to the sidewalk
Embraced her soul, but scarred her heart
She was too obsessed to see the pain
Just a wild swan writing her sad part
What wouldn't she give to be in those glass frames?
But with so less experience and a mind so young
She couldn't find the right way out...
You are the deranged
Collecting the loss
Of the unrearranged
Highness from the cross
Among leaves she now flies...
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XII. INSANITY LANE
(They welcome thee with a handful of greed. Feed for the beast bred only to
plant...the Seeds Of death.)
I. Underwood
Mother, at my first steps
I lost my way
Of all the choices I had
I chose the wrong
Mother, All signs of debt
Pointed my way
The Dying King is quite sad
Wont live for long
"Draw your sword and dub a king
Or cut him down
Cling to the Underwood crown
Solitude's zing
Another understatement
Would make you drown
Born only to taste the end
Then fall to ground."
Mother, I've crossed oceans
Of bitter dreams
The captain stays alive
Just to face death (another day)
I am King of the weak
And as it seems
I am facing what I’ve
Feared, since my first breath
One moment of impairment
And you find yourself imprisoned
One moment of false statement
Is enough to make you drown?
I am the deranged
Collecting the loss
Of the unrearranged
Highness from the cross
"Draw your sword and kill the king (Just cut him down)
Cling to the Underwood crown (solitude's zing)
These bare walls wont stand the fling
Another empire falling to the ground."
"All you can do is to leave me alone"
Afraid to realize you're now on your own
Hiding from the hands that created your name
Now that the water in you lungs turn to flames
As once before..."
II. Recurrence
Once I had twenty forests of my own
A knighthood to rely on
Once I had every road, every stone
A priesthood to pray for me
A fall from skies to the sidewalks
The pavement stares at those passing by
This is where some spend their life
Whilst others are free to fly
The pavement becomes my wife
I've become the deranged
Collecting the loss
Of the unrearranged
Highness from the cross
As you count your income
I count the loss
I was the highness
Now bleeding from the cross
III. Falling far beyond
"Mother, All must we leave
The forest behind
To travel new roads
All must we face the end
Mother, I am leaving
With blinded eyes
Not only to taste the outside
But also, the inside."
I traded gold for filth and mud
I believed my eyes not my heart
Born only to taste the end
With eyes that have seen more
Than any eye could ever see
Born only to plant the seeds of death
Like the rest of you
As we fall...on our last breath
[The king has fallen, and so the empire]
I leave this fallen kingdom for you
What else can a dying king do?
Draw your sword and dub the King
Once bound to the Underwood crown
Soon to be lost in solitude's zing
Again the empire will fall to ground
[All must we live in the hope of leaving these fallen playgrounds, for in the end, to
swallow the fact, that we have left them far behind]
We were much more than we ever wanted
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To be continued...
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Dead end Tales
["...?" "...!" - Thoughts and ideas reaching dead-end...]
XIII. Dancing Lanterns
("Reprise!" "...?")
Under the dancing Lanterns, we shared our love, wishing to become what we once were
Faith had stolen my heart, but you seemed too afraid to deny
A pleasure so intense for "the innocent", dead and disgraced, to much to bear
Was I supposed to believe the words of a world with no alike?
Aeons dwelling through the light of a dancing lantern, too young to see displeasure
There's a fine line between misjudgment and imagination
With a future that she had already shaped, it was too late to back out for her
I saw no complain in your eyes, yet we were in so unbalanced motion
I am the deranged
Collecting the loss
Of the unrearranged
Highness from the cross
Seeking the forgiveness of the never forgiving adults
The doors closed behind us, but too young to see the loss
So once again we found ourselves dancing the intimate waltz
We climbed more stairs than ever, unable to see what this would cause
"The Whiskey of childhood, buried me beneath the sands
Could not let go...of your hands
Too afraid to stay alive, but too young to die
Cover my eyes and steal my pride"
I found myself naked to the pavement; keeps me from breathing and burns my skin...this sick crust of failure prevents me from rising again...I've become a low life of the street...
XIV. ...!
("...?" "...!")
Instrumental
Would you fulfil a dying man's last wish?
